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Geni's finger was merely a taut strap of bone and strained muscle against the weight of Beryl's running body clasped at the end of it. As a result, he was thrust into an awkward half running-half flying position behind her. His desperate pleas to slow down were lost to the wind, and for the next few minutes Geni was dragged like a kite through the air. Oddly enough it he wasn't adverse to the situation. His mind was rather preoccupied on other matters of importance such as:

[i]How in hell is she so strong?[/i] the voice in Geni's head cried out.

[i]Supplements?[/i]

It was only a matter of time before Beryl finally came to a stop, leaving Geni to dress his now strained finger. [color=Gainsboro]"That was my favorite finger, man.[/color] he sighed as he absentmindedly rubbed the appendage. While he licked his wounds, Geni took a moment to glance at the Cafe's occupants, most of which contained students he didn't recognize. Although the large brooding guy from before was present, and he seemed to be just as disgruntled and he was. 

Geni nodded his way. [i]Comrade.[/i] it seemed to say.

Once again he surveyed the room. More students seemed to have appeared.

[i]Christ, how many students come to this Cafe?[/i] Geni mused.

[i]Why hasn't management kicked all the little bastards out?[/i] the voice replied.

[i]Why haven't I made my presence known?[/i]

[i]Not sure, I thought that was our thing?[/i] the voice jibbed.

[i]Well why don't we begin?[/i] Geni grinned

[i]Why don't we.[/i]

With a breath of preparation, Geni rose to his full height, looked into the withering mass of students, and:

[color=Gainsboro]"Naw man I'm not a tea person, if they have juice though that would be great."[/color]